I dont really have time for this. I'm trying to write this stupid essay that has to be in by Thursday and I've barely started (because I don't have a fucking clue). The whole thing is stressing me out. And this stuff won't leave me alone. I keep drifting off into it.

I don't know how far back its normal to remember things? Lately I've been clearing out boxes that came from our old house and there's all these diaries and stuff my dad wrote about me when I was really young. Every time I read one I think I remember what he was talking about, but I don't think I actually remember it. Its more like I can just picture myself doing whatever it was. This was from when I was maybe 2 or 3.

A couple of weeks ago I had this picture come into my mind, of when I'm about 4, where there's my uncle and some other guy. I don't know if its like reading the stuff my dad wrote, like I've just made something up and now I'm imagining myself in that situation, so it feels real. Then recently I was reminded of something else that happened, so I've been thinking about that (not on purpose) and now I'm wondering if the two things have maybe got jumbled together?

A memory I had from age 4 that I always thought seemed a bit weird just slotted right in to the abusive memory. I always said my life was great up till age 10. What if everything I ever thought was a lie? My uncle did later abuse me. Like starting about age 14. Would he do something to me age 4 then do nothing for 10 years? He had plenty of access to me through that time. He was my coach and stuff. He was actually my idol all the time I was growing up. Even (stupidly) when the abusive stuff started. But he never seemed to like me. I always wondered what I did. Maybe it's something to do with what happened back then?

How would I know if a memory is real if it's something that happened so long ago? And since I don't think it affected me at the time should I just leave it alone? It's hard now it's on my mind a lot though. Got to get back to essay writing.... But thanks for reading.

Here's a few of the questions in a chapter of a book I've been reading, it talks about repressed memories and whether they were real or "made up".

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Does your intuition tell you that what you remember is or was real, no matter how hard you try to disbelieve it?

Does the memory keep returning, even after you try to forget it?

Does the memory "fit" with your habits, fears, behaviors, symptoms, health problems, or facts of your life as you know them?

Is your memory in certain aspects of the traumatic event clear?

These questions seemed to help reassure me, but you are the only one that can answer them, hopefully they help you too.

I know some people say "does it really matter if you remember all of it?" I think it does matter, we tried to forget for so many years, why would we not want to remember now so that we can accept that it happened and try to move past it. That's just my personal opinion tho.

If it can help. Although I know I was abused by one person when I was 10 and 12, another at 12, another several times from 13 through 14,etc. I do not remember anything more than the man who took pornographic pictures when I was 12 may have taken pictures when I was 4 or 5 with my underwear on my head. I remember the underwear on my head, sitting on the floor with my brothers. I don't remember why we were doing that.

My daughter was molested when she was 15. She only would meet with a counsolor a couple of times. Now she is 36, last year she remembered my father (her grand father)molesting her when she was "too young to know what was going on." She describes the couch, the room, the time period (Spring to early summer), the park outside, the fact that she was having nightmares and that I read to her and comforted her at that time. Did it really happen? The timing when all of these pieces fit together she would have been 7 years old.

"Believe the Children" How much detail do you have to have to Know it is real? None. What did it feel like. What did you feel like. Did you feel uncomfortable, used, "icky", scared, overwhelmed? Was there someone with you. Did you feel safe with them. Then believe yourself. You didn't get to feel like that without help - or you would have sought help from the someone who was with you!

I know there is some much effort to deny and minimize what happened. It is amazing any of us remember anything. When I disclosed to my parents, My mother asked if I enjoyed being penetrated. I said no it hurt. She said "Then you're O K"

Txb When I disclosed to my parents, My mother asked if I enjoyed being penetrated. I said no it hurt. She said "Then you're O K"

Wow. That may be an indication that she has her own issues. A lot of people do. But still, what an awful response.

My parents have never been any better. My mother has told me to my face that I am liar. Of course, she has always said horrible things to me so I should have seen that coming. But for some reason I never do. I keep holding on to the lie that if I am good enough, she will treat me well. Which is nuts. She's a bipolar who refuses treatment and was extremely verbally and sometimes physically abusive to me.

I don't mean to stray too much from the topic of this thread, but it does relate because what we believe is often thrown into doubt by people who claim to be able to read us better than we think we can read ourselves.

I think the answer is to trust our own instincts, and work on our memory in a way that is concentrated but not obsessive. I call it my "project" and set aside times to work on it that I call "sessions." And once a session is over, I tell myself to put it away again. For me at least, the memories grow more patient if I know I have set aside time later. If I keep trying to press them down forever though, they fight harder.

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Issues for sure. I'm really sorry for all of you whose parents had such terrible and unsupportive reactions. It seems like some people just don't know what to say so they end up saying something awful. Some of them purposely I guess, but I like to think most people are just clueless and don't mean it. Or i like to hope that anyway. I don't really have anything to do with my mother. Haven't lived with her since I was a baby. I've spent a lot time trying to make her say she is sorry for leaving, but she refuses to think she has done anything wrong. I hate that I just want her to like me. It makes me feel really pathetic. I don't even know if she knows what happened to me. I would guess my dad has told her. She's never mentioned anything about it to me though.

Thanks to everyone for replying. It was helpful. And my essay is finally done. Just got to fix up a few things tomorrow then I'll submit it. This is my first university level essay, so it's probably terrible. But I'm past caring now.

The whole thing kind of blew up. I was stressing about my essay and a friend of my dad said he might be able to help me, so I went over to his house this evening. But when I got there he was like, "oh I don't know anything about this so I don't think I can help you" and I had to hang out there and listen to him bitch about everything and everyone for 2 hours because that's when I'd arranged for someone to come and get me. Then he had a phone call from THAT GUY - the one who I think did something to me, asking to come round and collect something. I remember him pretty clearly but I couldn't remember his name. As soon as my dad's friend said it I remembered it. So I knew he was coming over, but for some reason I didn't think anything of it. 15 minutes later he turned up. I heard his voice before I saw him and I was just like ahhh shit.... Got that feeling of going to pass out, and I wanted to grab my dad's friend and tell him everything right then (like really, I can't believe how much I felt like panic that I needed to tell him right NOW) but he came in and I had to talk to him and act all normal. He is old and fat now though, not like how I remember him but I pretty much tried to avoid looking at him. I don't think I would feel like that if nothing happened??? So... now what? I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I don't know what to do.

Having an abuser suddenly rematerialize in your life is only just about the worst nightmare of pretty much everybody here, give or take the death of a loved one. Your reaction was perfectly normal, insofar as it felt so horrible. I'm sorry it was forced upon you and hope for your sake you never have to see the creep again. Take care of yourself.... if you feel especially volatile or strange in the aftermath, don't dismiss it, don't be too proud to get help.

And do whatever is necessary to cut off future avenues of exposure. If that means avoiding ALL of your dad's friends - or telling them - whatever it takes so that guy can't just waddle into a room and paralyze you like that again.

Thank you. Somehow overnight I'd made him into a complete monster in my mind. But I can't believe how bad he looked. Like a scary drug addict, homeless person. He's not. I think he has a wife now. My dad's friend asked him if he'd been working out and told me to check out his muscles... nooooo, I can't even look at him. But if that's him AFTER working out then I'd hate to see what he looked like before.

I was swinging between being scared to death and going round there with a baseball bat. Which I probably won't because he's almost a foot taller and ten times fatter than me. But really, he should be scared of me. I haven't done anything wrong. He has. I want to know what he was thinking when he saw me. Did he remember what he did or was it so insignificant to him that he forgot?

I still don't know what to do. If I accuse another person I'm worried I'm going to look all attention seeking. People will be like jeez, who haven't you been abused by? People will think things about me. I don't want them to think I'm this puny weak little kid who has been abused by everyone, because I'm not. I don't think my dad could handle finding out any more stuff either. We still kinda hate each other after a big argument anyway. So I'm still deciding what to do next.

It is a sad fact that people often have multiple perps. The first one sets up a "baseline" of certain reactions, vulnerabilities, boundary control, and later people along that bent can and do pick up on it. It doesn't even have to be sexual: I'm certain I was targeted for "conventional" bullying because my CSA had inclined me to be very jumpy, nervous, and passive. There are other guys here with far worse stories. Some say later perps can just see it in the eyes.

Face your own truths - then see if others can deal with them. Be ready to educate them if they can't.

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